Why most people is afraid of death?
The atheists also afraid of death, although they don't believe human got spirit.
I'm not afraid of death. I'm a bit worried about
dying, especially if it were to happen suddenly and unexpectedly. That's why I take some steps to try to minimise risks to my life (albeit balanced appropriately against the rewards of participating in risky activities).
I'm certainly not worried about what happens
after my death - at least, I'm not worried about what happens to
me after my death. That's because I don't think there will be much of a "me" left after my death. The aspect of me that matters most will be gone. Almost certainly, there won't be a "me" that will feel pain or sadness or despair or any other emotion.
We are afraid of death because "we don't understand WHY come to this world in the first place?"
Why would that make somebody afraid of death? What has understanding why you came into the world got to do with your death?
We have no idea, what particular reason we live in this world?
Is it by chance?
A chance that happens randomly, and there is no ultimate purpose of your existence.
Actually, I think it's a massive collection of incredibly lucky events that led to your birth.
Just think about it. There's a
direct and unbroken line of ancestors that leads from you, here now, right back to some primitive organism that existed 3.9 billion years ago. What are the chances of that?
You - all of you - are incredibly, unbelievably lucky to be here to read my scintillating prose on your computer screen.
Your parents both survived long enough to conceive and birth you. Their parents survived long enough to do the same favour for your parents. And back and back we go. Your direct ancestors at one stage or another must have survived through wars, famine, natural disasters of various sorts, plagues, the rise and fall of civilisations - you name it - while hundreds or thousands of their contemporaries died.
Your more distant ancestors survived ice ages and predators. Your African ancestors survived their hard lives on the savannas or in the jungles.
Even more ancient ancestors survived while the dinosaurs were wiped out by the meteor. They didn't look much like you, but without them you couldn't be here. Before them, your ancestors crawled out of the oceans to survive on the land. Before them, your ancestors managed to eke out a sufficient existence to survive in tidal pools or on the shores of ancient islands or continents.
Your direct-line family history is one of success after success after success, at least insofar as every generation produced offspring who, themselves, lived to reproduce. You are unbelievably fortunate to be alive here and now.
What is the ultimate purpose of your existence? Ask yourself. What give purpose to your life? If you can find no reason to be alive, then maybe your life has no purpose. Otherwise, you at least have the purpose you create for yourself. Is that "ultimate"? Who knows. What does "ultimate" even mean when you talk about the purpose of your life?